Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Aswad,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.